Holy Bible Poem by Saint Cynosure

Holy Bible



Fools are what the worlds become,
theres so few men of wisdom.
So many true embrace the lie,
that all religon gives them.
The lie of higher conscieness,
the lie of second birth.
The lie that says that once your dead,
your nothing more than dirt.
There is a truth however found,
inside some pages that were bound.
Thousands of years its been around,
its called the Holy Bible.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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